c h a p t e r • 26

-What did I just get myself into?-

Lili's POV

Carefully, I put mayonnaise on the palm of Kyle's hand who was cuddling with Sam. He hates mayonnaise by the way.

Aww, cute! My ship!

Mr. Giraffe puts a fake rat on Finn's chest and a fake snake on Lucas' arm.

I put a creepy doll next to Carter.

I know how much he hates those.

I also know how much Sam hates horror movies so I put one of a horror movie right before its jump scare and put the speaker on its loudest.

I put a night-vision camera in the front before pretending to still be asleep with Ryder in the corner. Except, this time we weren't cuddling.

Not that I care.

I look at Ryder and we mouth '3, 2, 1' together.

I click the play button and pretend to be asleep.

A scream is heard from the speaker, followed by another scream, followed by someone groaning, followed by a manly scream and a not so manly scream who I'm guessing is Finn.

"Ghost!" Sam screams.

"Ah! Snake!" Lucas screams.

"RAT!!!" Finn screams like a girl and runs out the room.

"Fuck!" Carter swears.

I stifle a laugh. This is too funny.

"Eww, mayo. That's disgusting." Kyle grimaces.

Ryder and I were still pretending to be asleep.

I fake yawn and act like I just woke up.

"What's all the noise?" I groan.

"Shut the hell up, shitheads." Ryder plays along.

That's another way to say it.

"Who did this!?" Kyle asks.

"What are you talking about?" I ask innocently.

"You two were the only ones who weren't pranked. It was definitely you guys." Carter glares at us and I glare at him back.

"Fine, fine. You caught us. But you guys are only mad 'cause it was so good you guys were jealous." I smirked.

"Whatever. You people are sick." Finn says.

"Sicker than you'll ever be." I retort.

"But seriously? A snake?" Lucas says.

"Yup. And I caught all your embarrassing actions on camera." I smirk.

They all groan and I laugh.

From the corner of my eye, I could've sworn I saw a little smile on his face.

-•-

It was the day I horribly dreaded.

Monday.

Eww.

It was last period and at this point I wanted to drag myself out Mr. Steven's boring class.

I was busy doodling drawings on a sketch book while ignoring Mr. Steven's very boring lecture. I guess you could say I'm multitasking.

That was when I had a text message from my brother saying he had football practice.

I suck at that. I couldn't throw a ball at someone without hurting them for my life.

I ignored it and waited for the bell to ring which finally rang after forever.

But unfortunately, Mr. Steven decided to make my life miserable by giving me a horribly long lecture about paying attention which felt like forever!

When I got out, the parking lot was almost empty.

I strolled out the school with an uninterested look and feeling very lazy.

I just wanna hop in my car and drive home where I can do absolutely nothing.

I got in my car and turned the engine on.

It roared a little and then died down. I tried to turn it on again but, the same thing happened.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I groaned, getting the same result.

I hit the steering wheel and groaned as I lean my head on the car seat.

I try calling my mom but she didn't answer. Then, I called my dad and surprise, surprise! He didn't answer either.

So, I texted Kyle to let him know I'm hitching a ride with him as I walk to the school field.

Thank the Lord, the bleachers has a roof or I would burn to death in this scorching sun.

I sit on the bleachers, at the furthest back, watching the boys get all sweaty and the some of the cheerleaders try getting the boys' attention. Some. Not all cheerleaders can't control their hormones.

I roll my eyes at Heather who was doing absolutely nothing but bossing around but when the boys were jogging past them she decided to 'stretch'.

Stupid Heather.

What? I'm sorry okay. I'm not exactly having the best day ever. (Spongebob reference.)

Okay, I'm lame.

I lay down on my back and listen to songs on Spotify with my earphones.

I close my eyes as memories came rushing back to me.

"This song sucks." I say taking out one of his earphones.

He gasps dramatically and puts his hand on his chest.

"How dare you?!" He says dramatically.

I shrug. "It's the truth."

"You just have bad taste at music." He says, proudly.

"You should speak for yourself." I smirk.

"If you must know, I have way better taste in music then you do!" He playfully glares at me and we both burst out laughing.

That was one of the memories that I will never forget.

You still have bad taste at music, by the way.

I thought to myself.

After about an hour, I woke up from my nap and took of my earphones.

I rub eyes and sit properly.

I hear footsteps approaching me and based on his perfume, I'd say it's Mr. Giraffe.

He sits next to me and say absolutely nothing.

No 'hey' or 'hello'. No nothing.

"Aren't you on the team?" I ask.

"Yes. But I'm not allowed to go for practice until next Monday." He says, emotionless as usual.

"Why not?" I push.

He looks at me and sighs.

"Because of the fight I got into." He says.

"You got into trouble about that?" I ask and he nods. "You know, you didn't have to defend me."

"What are you talking about?" He says, innocently.

I give him a blank look.

"I'm not stupid, you know. I think I'd know if my brother's bestfriend was talking about his bestfriend's sister." I say, blankly.

"You didn't expect me to just let him bad mouth you, while I sit there dumbly." He glares at me.

"Actually, I do. It's nothing I'm not used to." I say.

The boys finish training but they looked a little bit sad.

Kyle came up to us with a sad look and I couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong, Kyle?" I say, mostly uninterested.

He looks at me.

"We might not be able to play the finals in New York if we don't find a manager before next week." He says, sadly.

Not my problem.

"What?" Giraffie says, shocked. "What about Fray?"

"He quit." Kyle says.

Ryder groans frustratedly.

After a second, Kyle went from 'its the end' to 'I have an idea!' and it's never a good thing.

He looks at me with that look. The look that screams 'I need a favour so I'm being nice'.

"Liliana, my beautiful little sister." He smiles, sweetly.

I narrow my eyes at him then give him a blank look.

"What do you want?" I say uninterested.

"You used to help me organise, these things right? Remember when you were all cute and adorable!" Kyle says.

"Oh hell, no!" I say, crossing my arms.

"Please!" Kyle pleads.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I hear Ryder mutter.

"Sho-Lili. Please. We need you. You are our hope." Ryder pleads and I almost snort.

Did I say almost? No, I actually did snort. Very ladylike I might add.

He glares at me and I roll my eyes.

"I do not want to get involved in anything that involves being responsible." I say.

"I won't tell on you for a month." Kyle says.

"Make that a year and it's a deal." I say.

He rolls his eyes but nods anyway.

"Coach!" Kyle yells, making me startled and flinch a little.

I get startled very easily.

"She agreed!" Kyle grins.

Did they seriously plan this out?

"Looks like we're going to New York boys!" Coach cheers and so do the rest of the jocks that's still on the field. "Lili, come meet me after school tomorrow."

"Thanks, sissy!" Kyle ruffles my hair and I glare at him before straightening my hair out.

What did I just get myself into?

-•-

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